stickboybob

member since April 04, 2007

About

an thus, despite the everlasting toil of the crabantians, the great sandwich of life and stuff was cast into an unspeakable darkness from which an evil of unspeakable wenches emerged and covered the land in its mayonaise-like death shroud. the inter-stellar bakesale was upon them.

behold my gargatuan throbbing manly thumb which i use to woo the amazing creations before you..and make sandwiches. i am the lord of all that almost makes more than perfect sense. bow down and defenstrate my foes of whome thou shalt fear and tenderize with thy salmon. FEAR ME,rar!FOR I AM THE ALL CONFUZZLEING STICKBOYBOB!

i like toast

Comics By stickboybob

SYNTHETIC MEAT is a creature of horrid intent designed to rupture your spleen and consume your brain before you even realize your spork is missing. features little meatmen created from the souls of tortured viewers.

a mysterious mechanical being with americas favorite appliance affixed to its neck is given life under questionable circumstances and is immiediatly thrust into a world of total rediculousness and pure greed.

Meet generic main character boy #1. He looks plain, he's about as interesting as white bread, blank paper, Solitary on a computer with no internet.
Watch generic main character boy #1 die.
And now the story starts.

A Drunk Duck featured comic and winner of the Drunk Duck Awards for Best Humor Scenes and Most Deliciously Offensive. Plus the artist is an Adonis of a man. Handsome, charismatic, suave. He saved my mom's life once! All in all, this is one awesome guy.

Much the miller's son is an ordinary peasant who accidentally winds up as one of Robin Hood's merrie men. Much isn't exactly the physical type, so the prospect of being a wanted outlaw is a bit frightening for him. On the other hand, he's desperately (if

I&#039;m human, but scientists gave me the mind of a capybara. That&#039;s why I&#039;m such an idiot and it probably explains the self loathing.. But thanks for the comment, reminds me that I should really return to this place once and for all.

Dude, I would love to see your apartment. It sounds huge. But if you moved the moon to your apartment you would have a bunch of astronauts beating on your door wanting to walk on the moon and plant flags. Sounds worse than Jehova witnesses.

Officially my weirdest comment yet. Well played! Here is one I wrote just now for you:
&quot;To leave one&#039;s mark upon the world
is quite the futile endeavor.
But Styrofoam, my friend-
that&#039;ll last for-fuckin&#039;-ever.&quot;
I don&#039;t think it has anything to do with love/anti-love, though.